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Post by Queerly on Jan 3, 2019 14:39:59 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and Welcome to Aodh Plot 707: Faith Team Leaders: Moonrise Participants: Albella, Omari, Kelsifer, Zenia, Mickaiah Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D Prompt: Fernos Sanctum is hosting a celebration today, and although Azar is more familiar, you’ve decided to attend for the sake of feeling… at least a little normal. You gather the trinket you’ll be offering and meet up with your peers on the edge of the Artisan District. As you set off across the Gilded Bridge, you begin to discuss your offerings with each other… Location: Gilded Bridge Time of Day: Afternoon You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by galekxy on Jan 4, 2019 10:48:08 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
Kell wore their favourite attire- a shimmering green shawl with red flowers adorning their body. There was a celebration today, and they wanted to look their best, and this outfit was something they always loved to wear. There were many to choose from, and usually it was a hard choice. But this had felt right tonight. They were to meet with other artisans to enter the Sanctum, along with bringing a gift.
They carried a small pouch, and glanced inside it to check on the trinket. It wasn't anything large, but it sure was pretty. He had been experimenting with different mediums, and had come up with this. It was a perfectly round orb (that had taken a while to get right). Gold laced the transparent ball, shimmering with light sparkles. It looked the best when the sun hit it just right. Kell would have loved to keep it and hang it from the ceiling of their house. It would look like a little star, but it also seemed fitting to bring it here. He could always make more of them- and he planned to do just that.
The unicorn had opted to leave their new furia at home, figuring he wasn't the best to bring along considering furia's reputation. He didn't really care about what the others thought too much, but the dog was still young too, and a large party probably wasn't the best for a furia.
Kelsifer approached the bridge, marvelling at the architecture as they looked to see if any other artisans were already present.
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 6, 2019 0:31:47 GMT -6
 OMARI
He hadn't been sure about attending the sanctum's reopening. The opportunity to mingle with other artisans had been promising, but his stomach still fluttered and twisted itself into knots as his hooves glanced across the brick path. His collar felt tight against his neck as he swallowed, a small group of horses appearing before the gilded bridge. He could only assume that they were the other artisans attending the event. Eyes rolling over the cluster of bodies, he offered a nervous smile as he stopped before them. The chain cheekpieces on his bridle felt cool, and the pressure was enough to keep the stallion somewhat grounded.
His lavender teke clutched a fabric, net-like bag, with a few fat pomegranates nestled in its clutches. Fiddling with it absently, his ears flicked back and heat rose in his cheeks. How could he have forgotten to introduce himself? "Excuse my manners, my name is Omari. I'm not certain we've met before." Gods how could be so stupid? Searching for the chestnut unicorn's gaze cautiously, he dipped his head in an awkward, almost jerky movement, causing his forelock to slip from behind his ears. This was quickly remedied, and the roan hurried to brush it back once more.
The teetering thoughts of the group drifted around him, and he did his best to wave them away. He'd tried his best to look tidy, the scraps of mane along his neck tied into unruly little buns, but he still felt underdressed in comparison to the unicorn.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 6, 2019 16:14:46 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
Mickaiah trailed quietly behind Moonrise as he marveled at the small trinket that currently hung from between his teeth. It was a bit ungraceful, but concidering he had to wear a bit in public there was not much to be done about. He was more than grateful that he had something to give to the god, though he was not sure which. Probably Ignacio. He had been fussing about the fact the god would probably hate him if he was not bringing a gift. Moonrise had noticed and provided him with one. He felt sad about it because it was nice. She wasn’t supossed to be nice, but yet she always was. It made him feel conflicted... as he pretty much always was when it came to her.
He just remembered that someone mentioned that shrines to other gods as well. He hoped they wouldn’t be angry with them for not getting them gifts. Perhaps they could divide the gifts between them all and solve it that way. But he also didn’t exactly know what the whole celebration was for. Was it for Ignacio?
He bit his lip nervously, eyeing the other artisans arriving at the gilded bridge. He wondered if they were going to travel together to the sanctum. He kept his head low in face of them, not wanting to risk anyone’s ire, even if it was only by making eye contact.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jan 7, 2019 1:12:39 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
Plans had been arranged to travel across the gilded bridge to the Fernos Sanctum. Albella had only been there a few times in her life and was usually accompanied by her parents, but this time they remained in the home district. The Artisan had become sparse in recent months. After aiding her love in escaping the grasp of Aodh, she took care to lie low. She wrote letters to a "Danny" living outside Eithne, sharing recent events and word of a vision her clairvoyance had given her. The vision was terrible, a city of fire and the kirins all flooding to it. She had pushed to see into the future too soon after a previous attempt and the vision wracked her brain and left her bedridden for several days. What she saw was not as clear as she was used to and it made her question the validity of it. It left her shaken and she retreated to her more private works.
As for the traveling. Albella had spent the day gathering several carved pieces to distribute as gifts among the Sanctum. Four small cameo trinkets carved from pink conch shell pieces depicting Ignacio, Kaia, Argus, and Cascade on each. A fifth, larger carved shell was also gathered, this one a whole queen pink conch shell with a relief carving of the goddess Cascade. Packed into a bag, wool stuffed between the items to minimize scratches, Albella made her way to Fernos. Nearing the Gilded Bridge, Albella recognized a few Artisans ahead. Omari and Moonrise were within sight, accompanying Moonrise was a hippocampus she didn't recognize with they're head low. Ahead of Omari was an extravagantly dressed unicorn. Albella momentarily felt embarrassed. Had this been a group of familiar faces, perhaps she'd have gotten away with not dressing up, but with beauty walking among them, the chimera cursed hindsight.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jan 8, 2019 19:07:08 GMT -6
 Moonrise had finished the helmet only the day prior. It was a beautiful thing, incandescent steel that had been filigreed in places with images of fire and antlers. A fitting gift for a sanctum dedicated to Ignacio. She thought for a moment to her fellow blacksmith Evalynn, who'd finally gotten the audience she'd been hounding the nobles for ever since the revelation in the sanctum three months ago. She'd been asked to go, but she'd already made plans to go to the celebration, and had unfortunately had to decline. Stuffing the helmet gently into her saddlebags and closing them, she whistled to her pygmy dragon and waited by the door for Mickaiah.
They walked together in silence, Mickaiah trailing slightly behind her as they made their way to the guilded bridge. The city was in repairs from the riots, and it was almost strange seeing so many buildings with scaffolding up, almost, if only because this past year had been one of the strangest she'd ever lived through.
As they arrived, she looked around and saw some other artisans standing about. A unicorn she didn't recognize, Omari, and Albella were already there. She picked up her step to approach them quicker. "Omari! Albella! How have you been? It's good to see some familiar faces." She said with a smile, adjusting the bi-colored orange sash she almost always had draped across her neck.
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Post by Spectre on Jan 8, 2019 20:45:19 GMT -6
Zenia;Adoh | Architect
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
Zenia was absolutely beat.
From the riots, to bringing Obed home, to the war, Zenia had been dashing from place to place as the buzz of Adoh's constant activity drove her crazy. While she enjoyed parties as much as the next horse, she needed those quiet moments to just stop and breathe. Those moments were her precious pools of serenity in the hectic world that threatened to swallow her whole.
In all honesty, she was hoping to retire soon. She had the funds, the land and the mind, she just needed the right moment. All the wanted to do was pack up all her things, take Obed and whisk off to the country side and live out the rest of her all of two decades left on this planet on a quiet estate.
Hell, maybe she'd even start a small vineyard for the hell of it.
But with the ever present threat of shit that her nation should just let go, Zenia was forced to dig her hooves into the ground and wait out the storm.
But today was just a bit of normalcy.
She only had on her bridle, the rose quartz jewels shining quietly in the day light. Her trinket was a fancy pen she found in the back of her closet- a gift from some forgotten friend from long ago. She decided it would do and wandered off towards the sanctum.
She made it to the sanctum with little grandure, but paused at the sight of two familiar faces. Moonrise and... Omari? With a slight spring in her step, Zenia walked towards the two and called "Moonrise, Omari, it's good to see you two!"
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Post by Queerly on Jan 9, 2019 17:28:19 GMT -6
You didn't think it would be this easy, did you? As you make your way across the Gilded Bridge, you - or rather, your trinkets - are spotted by a group of pgymies flying overhead. The shiny baubles and bits in your possession prove just a little too much to resist. The dragons dive as one, shrieking and chattering, their tiny claws grappling for your glimmering goodies!
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Post by galekxy on Jan 13, 2019 19:21:28 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
It was certainly a good feeling to be among the other artisans. They had never cared much for the fame before, but it was still nice. So when one of the others spoke to him, Kell let their gaze travel along the other horse, an easy smile falling on their face. This other horse seemed anything but easy and laid back, but that was okay. Kell was used to fitting into nearly any situation with simple ease, so being a "newcomer" like this wasn't any kind of shock to Kelsifer.
They dipped their head in welcome as well before speaking, "Kelsifer, though I'm more accustomed to being called Kell." A smirk playing on their face as he considered saying something else- but refrained. He could be smug and self-assured some other time. "It's nice to meet you." They didn't mention that they were new to the artisan profession- let others consider him a mystery if they did not already previously know the unicorn. "Brought anything good to offer?"
As he spoke, Kell let their gaze go to the others beginning to show up. There seemed to be a slave with another artisan who greeted Omari and another- Albella. And then another came, announcing the previous horses name as Moonrise. Kell made a mental note of everyone, offering smiles to each of them.
But then there seemed to be distant voices- and shrieking in the background. It was coming from above. His head snapped upwards to see the pygmy dragons diving towards the group. "What the-" The unicorn jumped out of the way as one of the small creatures toppled down right where they are been standing. The creatures voices all seemed to blur together into a similar chorus.
They wanted their offerings.
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 13, 2019 20:38:26 GMT -6
OMARI
The roan listened silently as the unicorn - Kelsifer - introduced themselves. Their smug grin tempted him to peer inside their thoughts, but pursing his lips he withheld himself, and was all too quick to shut the thoughts out. But what if they were laughing at him? He cursed himself for being such an idiot, and returned Kelsifer's warmth. "I just brought some pomegranates from my tree at home," He started, but his attention was quickly drawn to the voices that called as the others drew up.
Zenia and Moonrise were a welcome sight, as was Albella, who he remembered from Constantine's meeting. He could only grin as they cried out warm greetings, chest swelling at the notion that they had remembered him, and were so eager to greet both himself and the others.
"I've been well, thankyou." He returned, glancing around the group rather contently. "How have you both been?" He'd scarcely uttered the words when a raucous screeching filled the air, and gaze turning skywards, his eyes widened with horror. A flock of pygmy dragons were bearing down on them, talons outstretched. Kelsifer uttered something beside him, but he was powerless to do anything. One particularly mean looking dragon had seemed to take a liking to his collar, and had plummeted down onto him, claws prying at the gilded metal. Their hind claws dug into his shoulder and he gritted his teeth, grappling at them with his teke. It would've been so much easier to get them off if they'd gone after my bridle instead, he thought bitterly.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 14, 2019 16:12:48 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
Mickaiah had to wonder yet again what the world had against him. One moment he was walking quietly, minding his own bussines while observing Moonrise. The feeling of his trinket so precious and heavy on his lips. Next a bunch of little monsters were raining down on them, making Micka shriek and drop his gift.
He panicked, thinking Moonrise would hate him for sure if he lost what she had so kindly given him. Still mildly terrified by the veritable flock of pygmies, he all but dived behind the trinket. He got a hold on it at about the same time as one of the dragons did, ending up in a weird sort of tug-o-war with the mythical creature. For his efforts he received a tail to the face, flapping wings narrowly missing his eyes and a small dragon lashing out at him.
He let out a strangled noise as he felt the object starting to slip, a bit desperate in his efforts, but with no teke at his side, the struggle seemed in vain as another dragon joined the fray and the trinket got knocked out of his grip. No, no, no, no, no.
Yelping at the many many dragons still fluttering about, he tried to see how the others were faring, attention moving from Moonrise’s trinket to Moonrise herself.
He didn’t notice the scratch on his nose.
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Post by galekxy on Jan 28, 2019 9:38:12 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
Rearing back from the little dragons, Kell looked around to the horses with him. The dragons had seemed to split up to take as much as they could. This wouldn't be good. "What do you think you're all doing!?" He shouted at the dragons, hoping they'd stop and listen once they realized Kell could speak with them, but there seemed to be no such luck. They were too intent on the shiny trinkets and accessories the horses had.
Ducking again, Kell muttered an angry curse before they're eyes caught the slave that had come with Moonrise. Of course the slave would have no teke to battle with the dragons, and the unicorn watched as the slave's object was tugged away. Leaping forward, Kell latched onto it with their own teke, not willing to let the dragons have any sort of prize. These were their items, and he would be pretty mad if the dragons made off with any of them.
Holding Mickaiah's item, Kell wasn't sure what to do now. They didn't have any weapons to fight off the dragons with, and they were sorely disappointed they had not brought their furia at this point. He would be handy against the dragons. "We might have to make a run for it! See if we can outrun them and get into shelter!" They hoped the other horses heard him. It really seemed like the best option.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 6, 2019 11:39:15 GMT -6
Moonrise turned her head upon hearing someone call out. It was Zenia, someone she hadn't seen since that party in Evalynn's house so many months ago. "Ah, Zenia! It's good to see you too, excited to go to the sanctum?" She was about to turn and respond to Omari's comment with a 'just fine thank you for asking' when she felt her pygmy coil up on her back and hiss at something in the sky.
And then the wild pygmies were on them like a bunch of swarming gnats. Moonrise let out a yell and immediately used her teke to tighten the bag her helmet was in as much as possible. Like HELL were these wild dragons going to steal her shit. She took the time to look around her and saw that everyone else seemed to be in a similar predicament. She watched on as Mickaiah had fumbled with his trinket and she mentally cursed the laws that required him to wear his bitted bridle out in public for moments like this. Thankfully the unicorn who had been here first managed to scoop it up in his own teke. She mouthed a thank you before moving over to her slave and standing protectively next to him. The blacksmith was truly done with all of this and looked towards the closest pygmy and let loose a shot of heat vision near it. She didn't want to hurt it, but if by firing off blasts of lasers she could successfully scare it off, then she'd done her job. The pygmy screeched in annoyance and immediately moved out of the way of the shot, trying to find an easier target than one that could burn it.
She nodded at Kelisfer "Yes, everyone, run for the sanctum! I'll use my heat vision to try and deter them." She used a bit of teke to nudge Mickaiah in the right direction before taking off herself, blasting any dragon that came close with a shot of heat vision. Her own pygmy meanwhile had nestled itself inside her saddle bag and was furiously batting away any pygmy that tried to steal the helmet inside.
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Post by brittlewren on Feb 9, 2019 19:53:58 GMT -6
OMARI
Panic had well and truly set in, at least for Omari. The dragon's talons shredded his shoulder, and try as he might his teke couldn't get a hold of the little shit. Kelsifer shouted something ineligible. It almost sounded like the dragon's screeches. Beams of hot light streaked past, eyes rolling as he searched for the assailant. Moonrise. She was using them to deter the dragons. His shoulders stung, and the yanking at his collar wasn't doing him any favours. It was practically half way up his neck by now. Attempting to swat at the dragon with his fabric bag, he whisked it away again before its greedy claws could tear gaping holes into the soft cream pouch.
Another shout from Kelsifer, and Moonrise called to the group - run to the sanctum.
Shaking himself roughly and pigrooting as he set off with the others, the roan managed to loosen the dragon's grip. Another streaky blast of searing light from Moonrise set the dragon careening away, screeching angrily as it climbed higher into the sky. The little rat still followed, but at least they weren't bloodying his shoulders any longer. Yanking his collar back into place, Omari clutched his bag closer to his chest, sparing a brief moment to ensure none of the fruit had been damaged or lost.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 10, 2019 15:34:51 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
Mickaiah would have cried if he had much tears left in him. He didn’t, he had shed too many already and was used that the world threw him all the bad stuff it could think off. Instead he opted at watching in passive horror as he lost his entrusted trinket to a pygmy dragon.
This was why he couldn’t have nice things.
It was a small miracle when a vibrant red unicorn came and snatched the trinket back. Stunned, Mickaiah stared at them instead, unsure what to do. Were they going to give it back or...? Awkwardly he shuffled from one hoof to another before worrying that he was being rude and shifting his gaze. First to the ground and then with worried eyes to Moonrise. She seemed fine and not mad as she moved towards him and even scared a dragon off.
She told them to run and he did, be it reluctantly as she shoved him. Micka tried looking at her backwards in an attempt too keep close and as a result almost got a dragon in his mane. He yelped and dodged sidewards, hooves hurrying towards the sanctum that the pygmies would hopefully leave alone.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 18, 2019 1:35:54 GMT -6
Moonrise wasn't sure exactly who was following and who wasn't. The only equine she could see currently was Mickaiah, and to be fair, he was kind of her priority at the moment. She was responsible for him and his well being, that much she'd placed on herself when she'd made the decision to pick him up from the slave markets so many months ago.
When the dragon swooped in for his mane, she blasted it with her heat vision as the slave ducked sideways. It screeched and flew off, dazed but otherwise no worse for ware. Her hooves thundered across the paved streets, over the bridge and towards the sanctum. She made sure not to overtake Mickaiah, letting him run ahead so she could make sure he stayed safe. She spared a glance behind her and saw Omar and Kelsifer following after. She couldn't spare a long enough glance however, to pick up on the others, though she was sure they were in hot pursuit of the rest of the group.
She could see the sanctum up ahead, safety was in reach.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 19:49:51 GMT -6
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